Anohni “Drone Bomb Me”

The new album Helplessness by Anohni, formerly Antony of Antony and the Johnsons, has caught my attention.  It is an album of glistening, beautiful, disturbing protest songs.  I don’t know the album enough to give it a proper review.  However, I have heard the song Drone Bomb Me several times.  (The video starring Naomi Campbell is worth tracking down.)  The narrator of the song is a girl from Afghanistan whose family has been killed by a drone, and who now begs for a drone to grant her a similar fate.  I have a super high threshold for artistic things that a lot of people won’t go near.  This song even made me uncomfortable for a brief moment.  But that is exactly why it’s a brilliant piece of political music, even if I haven’t decided what to make of it in a larger sense.  In an era of repetition and cliche, there is something new and interesting going on here.

Drone Bomb Me

Drone Bomb Me by the singer Anohni.  I like the political by way of the club.  For some reason it is more uncomfortable dressed up in these clothes.  It’s more emotionally striking.

I like art that makes me feel uncomfortable.  It’s rare that it I find anything that does, but when I do, I run towards it.  If my first impulse is to turn it off or turn it down, I try to do the opposite.  I don’t do this because I am trying to prove some point.  I may end up disliking whatever it is.  But I realize that if I feel that strongly about something, it is hitting me on a very deep emotional level, and that is rare and worth investigating.

The Meaning Behind The Velvet Underground’s ‘Sunday Morning’

Today I was reading Aidan Levy’s excellent Lou Reed biography, Dirty Blvd.  I’ve been listening to The Velvet Underground since I was 13 or 14.  I always felt the first song on their debut, Sunday Morning, to be a pleasant, but slight, addition to their catalog.  But it is easy to overlook things if you aren’t paying attention.  In the book Levy talks about how the song is actually dealing with the issue of paranoia.  The song features the lyrics, “Watch out, the world’s behind you.”  I noticed, as I’m sure many others have, that the song adds reverb to the vocal part of the way through the song, an effect that makes a sound seem farther away, mirroring the sense of uncanny by the narrator.  Levy states that this song was chosen as the first song as a way of warning listeners at the time about the sonic insanity that was to come.

‘The One and Only’ – Kirsty MacColl

There is probably no artist that brings me near tears more easily than the late great Kirsty MacColl.  She has filled my life with a great amount of joy.  I’ll sometimes listen to her records while walking around Lady Bird Lake in Austin.  It might be months without a spin, but there I am again:  With an ear to ear smile, or trying to hold back tears, depending on what emotion is pouring out of her in any particular song.

I’ve written about her before, but whenever I listen to her I can’t help but think, “God, how do more people not know?”

One of my favorite songs of hers is the last song on her album Electric Landlady, called The One and Only.  The last few lines of the song destroy me every time:

Some lives read like a postcard
And some lives read like a book
I’ll be happy if mine
Doesn’t read like a joke on an old Christmas cracker

(Here is what a Christmas cracker is if you are unaware.)

Like Moonriver or Somewhere Over the Rainbow, this is one of those happy/sad songs, that can be mined for more or less of either emotion, without ever completely shaking off the other feeling.  Even if that place over the rainbow doesn’t exist, even if it is a dream that never comes true, the dream still allows us to temporarily transcend our circumstances.  You can sing a song like that and communicate the sadness of the reality, or the beauty of the dream, you can choose one emotion over the other, but that other emotion is still there, giving the song a complexity.

The One and Only can be viewed as being defiant in the face of heartbreak, of one refusing to give in, of transcending.  Or it can be listened to as being sung by someone that is trying to put the best face on the sadly realized reality of lowered expectations.  The song can be one or the other at different times, or it can even be both at the same time.  The song ends on a hope, that just as easily could be posed as a question.

I once read author Nick Hornby say something along the lines of how pop songs are puzzle, that they hold are interest until we can solve them.  The thing that is so beautiful about a song like The One and Only is that there is an interpretive element to it.  It can’t ever be solved.  Therefore, it will always be out there if needed, like Kirsty, ready to move us again.


New Single Lyrics and Link to Free Download

Everyday American Thoughts – New Single Release

Everyday American Thoughts

I’d like to carve my name in your ribcage
I’d like to wear your face like a mask
I’d like to ground your femur bone into powder
I’d like to burst your ears with this blast

When I look out the window
And see what some do and don’t got
These are the kinds of things that I’m thinking
Everyday American thoughts

What stops me from stealing your gate code?
What stops me from hopping your fence?
What stops me from hiding in your pool,
Cutting your throat without sense?

When I look out the window
And see what some do and don’t got
These are the kinds of things that I’m thinking
Everyday American thoughts

Keep thinking!


Gone Fishing

A mask, a mask, it’s just a mask
This world outside your door
A play, a play, it’s just a play
A shadow and nothing more
A shadow and nothing more

The dance, the dance, it meant so much
Now you don’t know who you took
You might have passed them yesterday
Without even a look

Is there an eternal?
Is there a deep calm?
The news is a game show
Rich win, drop the bomb
Drop the bomb

Watch the woods for a stranger
Listen to static for a voice
In the absence of meaning
We’ll make due of course

Is there an eternal?
Is there a deep calm?

God’s gone fishing
God’s gone fishing
God’s gone fishing
Oh god…

For those of you that are subscribers, I apologize about the multiple posts promoting the new single.  It takes a lot of time to make these recordings, much more than any single piece of writing, so I want to make sure that I’m making those that aren’t subscribers aware of them.  My blog is linked to my social media and so on.  Why must this be how the world works today?  It has made whores of us all.

Writing has been slow here.  I haven’t felt that I have had anything intelligent to add to the conversation, and in such times I just choose to remain silent.  Part of it is that I need to stockpile ideas from books, records, and movies, which takes time.  The other part of it is there is an election going on, one of often such clownish horror that I often feel like shrugging my shoulders is the only response.  Clearly from these songs you can tell how I feel about it.  They say more than a thousand essays I think.

One of the things I love about rock n roll is that, sometimes at least, it has the ability to present you with the ugly truth, but along with a burst of energy, that allows you to keep going, instead of defeating you.  In feeling something more intensely, even if it is absurdity and horror, it can shake you awake from the deadening stupor of our modern media.  That’s at least partly what I love about the form, and what I hope to do with it at times.

All the best…be back soon…

The link at the top will take you to wear to download the new songs.  


Ramones, Remixes, and the Road

This last weekend I spent 20 hours in a van?  Something like that.  Kevin told us if we had gone straight, instead of in a triangular route, we could have driven to California.  The whole time I was in the van I was basically living in the world of the Ramones, in my opinion the greatest American Rock N Roll band.  Up above is one of my favorite clips of them.

While I was traveling I was also listening to our our new single release to check out the mixes. (I’m releasing a series of home recorded singles between now and when a new studio release comes out at the end of the year.)

Everyday American Thoughts – New Single Release

I realized that I dropped the ball on mixing the B-side, Gone Fishing.  Don’t attempt to mix something at 1am the day before hitting the road at 7:30am!  Anyway, I fixed it and replaced it.  If you haven’t heard it take a listen.  If you downloaded the first version, I’m telling you, this version is better.

Some Kind of Vampire God is Rising: New Single Coming Soon

There’s no nostalgia shaking here
Some kind of vampire god is rising
Fear is being snuffed out like a chump
Even as the boat capsizes

Writing here has been a little slow lately, but I have not been idle.  I will begin releasing a series of free singles here, possibly starting as soon as tomorrow:

A-side: Long Live Rock N Roll
B-side:  Waiting On the Rain

My brother and I are forming a new band.  We just recorded a new album in December with Dave Bielanko and Christine Smith of Marah producing, some of our favorite musicians in the world.  That album will be out late this year.  Everything is so new we don’t even have a name for our project yet.  While we get all of the pieces in place I’m going to start releasing songs through here that I have been recording at home.  I’m extremely excited for the year ahead.  Stay tuned.



My Relationship With the Ramones and the Criminally Underrated ‘Pleasant Dreams’

I only play music now because of the Ramones.  When I grew up the dominant form of rock was hair metal.  I was too young to know about all of the exciting things going on in the American indie scene, of which I would later discover.  There were a couple East Coast punk bands that I knew about through friends’ older brothers.  I had records by bands like Minor Threat and The Misfits.  I always read a lot of rock magazines as my childish dreams of being a WWF wrestler(!) gave way to at least the semi more realistic world of rock music.  But as cheesy as a lot of the hair metal seems now, there was no doubt that the guitar players involved could play on a technical level.  When I got my first guitar, learning to play it was a daunting task. I never thought I’d be able to play at a professional level.

I first learned about the Ramones in a rock magazine and I got their collection All the Hits and More Vol 1. I remember going on vacation with my family and taking the cassette with me.  I listened to it day and night.  I also discovered rather quickly that I could play simple power chord versions of Ramones songs.  (Playing down stroke bar chords like Johnny Ramone for an entire set is still not something I am sure I could do.  There are probably virtuosos that couldn’t do it.  It’s not a technical challenge, but a physical one.  I also watched a video where Blondie’s great drummer, Clem Burke, said he couldn’t hack it in the Ramones as he couldn’t play drums that fast for that long.  Again, it’s not a musical challenge, but a physical one.  It’s more akin to being a marathon runner.)  I also learned that I too could could write songs now, as many Ramones songs only featured three or four chords.   (Though writing songs as clever and as consistently catchy as the Ramones is not something many people can do.  They have probably written as many catchy pop songs as anyone, often disguised in the guise of punk.)

I appreciate the Ramones now as much as I ever had.  Their music is timeless and subversively clever.  Bonzo Goes to Bitburg is a funny and scathing satire of Reagan, that feels all too timely with his supposed heirs now running for President.   Their songs were often D-U-M-B, but never dumb.  They would write songs about cretins, the insane, and all manner of outsiders, with lyrics that appeared simple, yet were actually breaking new ground at the time they were written.  You have to be smart or extremely lucky to do something new, and the Ramones were calculated in their musical attack and stage presence.   There was no luck involved here.  There was often a sly wit involved that still interests me now.  They are the Johnny Cash of rock music, only increasing in stature with every passing year.  They have influenced countless musicians while also creating a distinctly new type of music.

Anyway, at one point I owned almost every Ramones album.  There were only a few I never collected.  One of those was Pleasant Dreams.  Aside from their first few groundbreaking records it might be their most consistent and their best.  It might even be their best collection of pop melodies overall.  The Ramones went big with their Phil Spector produced End of the Century.  Their first four records were critical and cult hits.  End of the Century was their chance to get mainstream radio success.  They certainly had the songs and image to do so.  However, that record failed to break into the mainstream.  Johnny Ramone said that at that point he knew they would never be a mainstream band.

Their record company had different ideas.  They paired them with 10cc member Graham Gouldman in hopes of finally producing a hit record.  The Ramones weren’t happy with the choice, especially once the record was complete, feeling that it lacked the proper punk attack that a Ramones record should have.  The record also received mix reviews for the first time in the Ramones career.

However, after finally discovering the record, I think critics and its creators missed the mark on their assessment.  There are more important Ramones records, there are better Ramones records, but this one is as enjoyably consistent as any of them, if you like the 60’s pop side of the Ramones writing.  Every song features great pop hooks.  Although there are some extra instruments added, along with some vocal harmonies, most of these are background detail, with the Ramones sound to the front of the mix.  Johnny’s guitar isn’t quite as biting as it is in other places, but it is still the prominent sound of the record.  There are very few people that could write a collection of melodies that were this instantly accessible.  And despite the new additions to the Ramones sound, it is done in a way that never detracts from the power of the band, as would sometimes later be the case.

Aside from the first four always agreed upon classic Ramones records, this is the one to get.  In fact I think this holds its own with Rocket to Russia and Road to Ruin, though I know there are some that will disagree.  (Ramones and Leave Home will always remain in a class above the rest of their discography, and the discography of most others.  Personally I think Leave Home is their best and it is definitely my favorite.  Just for Commando alone!)  By Road to Ruin especially, an album I love, they were already incorporating new sounds into their production.  They also did even more of this on End of the Century.  This album isn’t really a departure from what they had already had done.  Sometimes critics get on a bandwagon and just go with it.

Most even casual Ramones fans know The KKK Took My Baby Away.  Although their might not be anything as lyrically great as that track, anyone that likes that should like most, if not all, of the record.  Up above I put This Business is Killing Me, a song that I had never heard until recently, but that I’m sure most musicians could relate to at one time or another.

There is a Place In Hell For Me and My Friends

I’ve always loved this song.  It came on almost by accident last night, as I searched my iPod without being conscious of what I was doing.  It is on the Morrissey album Kill Uncle.  (This is the definitive version.  While the band version on the remastered Kill Uncle brings out the comic side of the song, it can’t compare to the deeply emotional resonance heard here.)

This is a song that is devastatingly sad, yet extremely witty, with a good dose of humor.  (The best songs, from a writing standpoint, are almost always complex.  Also notice that Morrissey uses a unique meter and rhyme scheme, when there is a rhyme scheme.  Morrissey is also extremely great with song titles.  When you read the title of this song, one almost can’t help but wonder at the lyrics contained.)  That wit and humor is extremely important as the wrong lyrics could make this beautiful melody and arrangement maudlin.  It makes the song subversive and defiant.  It makes the song one for those that are outside the norms of the dominant tradition of society.  If something could break your heart and bring a sly smile to your face at the same time, this is it.

There is a place reserved for me and my friends
And when we go, we all will go
So you see, I’m never alone

Oh, there is a place with a bit more time
And a few more gentler words
And looking back we will forgive (We had no choice, we always did)

All that we hope is when we go
Our skin and our blood and our bones
Don’t get in your way
Making you ill
The way they did when we lived

Oh, there is a place, a place in Hell
Reserved for me and my friends

And if ever I just wanted to cry
Then I will because I can

Yoko Ono ‘Yes, I’m a Witch Too’ Review


I always thought Yoko Ono got a raw deal.  I think she actually helped John Lennon get into an intellectual space to make some of his most fearless music.  Of course one will never know what would have happened without her, but I definitely think the case can be made that she gave Lennon the stability and strength to go out on a limb and create some of his best work.  Her artistic capabilities, deserving of attention in their own right, were no doubt inspiring to him.  Although I love Lennon’s work with the Beatles, especially A Day in the Life, I actually think his best songs appear on his solo albums, even if they are not across the board as consistent with his work in the Beatles.

But lately I have begun to realize that Ono also got a raw deal when it comes to her musical work.  She has proven fearless in her own career.  Take a listen to her new solo album Yes, I’m a Witch Too.  Most artists never create anything this brave, let alone at 83.  The album is a collection of remixes, but that doesn’t really explain the record.  She allowed musical artists, often greatly younger than herself, to reimagine her past recordings from the ground up.  Her vocals are intact, but each artist has been allowed to completely rework the music surrounding that voice.  Other than the lyrics and melodies, it plays like a new set of recordings.

The music is quite diverse.  There are somber meditations, synthesizer laden dance songs, and rock songs with heavily distorted guitars.  Yet is all sounds correct next to each other.  However the mixing and mastering were done excellently, so that it plays like an album, where the songs belong next to each other, despite the diverse nature of their arrangements.  There is also no doubt that Ono has a distinct enough voice and personality to help tie the songs together.

In comparing this album to other records I started thinking about how some records would sound great in a modern art museum and some would sound great surrounded by cave paintings.  This is one of those rare records that would fit well in either setting.  No matter how futuristic the music gets, her voice is a primal instrument that easily delves into raw emotion.  And for those of you that just think of Ono as someone that screams atonally as a singer, you are dead wrong.  Her voice is unique, there is no doubt of that, but she is capable of a great range of emotions with her voice.  No matter what style of music is surrounding her, she rises to the challenge to do something original and unique, yet never seems disconnected from what is going on around her.

Although her lyrics can be interpretive at times, bringing to mind abstract visual art, she can also be incredibly direct, in an almost unnerving way.  Here are the lyrics to the above song Mrs. Lennon:

Mrs. lennon, o’ mrs. lennon, 
Checking the sky to see if there’s no clouds. 
There’s no clouds, 

O’ then, i guess it must be alright.

Mrs. lennon, o’ mrs. lennon,
Making the tea and watching the sea.
There’s no waves,
O’ then, i guess it must be alright.

Silver spoon, o’ silver spoon,
I lost my silver spoon.

And our children, o’ our children,
Did they have to go to war?
Yes, my love, it’s okay,
Half the world is always killed you know.

Husband john extended his hand,
Extended his hand to his wife.
And he finds, and suddenly he finds
That he has no hands.

They’ve lost their bodies!
They’ve lost their bodies!
Yes, they lost their bodies.

Neither of them, o’ neither of them
Never left each other.
Yes, my love, it’s okay,
Half the world is always dying you know.

There are certain parts you can interpret in different ways, yet they are direct enough that you cannot look away.  They demand your attention.  This is tough stuff that makes one feel more alive while listening to it. This is art, but not the dusty stuff of a museum.  This is passionate music that changes the mood of a room, alters perception, and refuses to be ignored.  Yet at the same time, it is not so far removed from a pop song that it isn’t inaccessible.  This is the kind of music that makes the plastic figures that we often put on our pop charts look as one dimensional as they are.
While listening to the album I was reminded of Patti Smith and Laurie Anderson, two women of incredible intelligence and fearlessness who, as well as being musicians, use their alternative vocations to enhance their music.  (Smith as a poet and Anderson as a visual artist.)  These are women who can stand toe to toe with their male contemporaries and often best them, not because they deny who they are, but because they don’t allow the imaginary borders society often constructs for women to define them.  They are warrior poets who go out into the dark and bring bath truth to the tribe.
There is no doubt John Lennon’s work is more accessible than Ono’s, without losing any of the truth telling power.  Ono also sings of Lennon on several tracks, (And should be noted Lennon also sang about her.) including the track thats lyrics are above.  Lennon also no doubt was in one of the best and most popular bands of all time which alone will forever make him the more recognized figure.  But for far too long Ono has often been a footnote to Lennon, and sometimes worse, in popular histories of the time.  This album alone shows that she is an incredible artist in her own, and if enough people hear it, will hopefully allow her art to get the respect it deserves outside of her cult following.